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Originally Posted by TTI-Rich
You hit the nail right on the head. True story... I asked some negroes to turn down their music once and the fuckers threw a can of soup at me. I don't know why they had soup in their car but I am lucky it wasn't a gun.
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True story. Years ago, maybe 2001 or so, I went to a screening for Vanilla Sky at a theater on Broadway just north of Houston St, right near NYU.
Right after my girlfriend and I sat down, a really fat white couple sat behind us. Soon after the movie started, I heard them unwrapping something which was apparently wrapped in crinkled aluminum foil. Then I smelled a disgusting smell which I had never smelled before, so I whispered to my girlfriend "What's that smell?" She told me it was bologna (she had white trash roots)!!! It was disgusting. Soon after they finished their sandwiches, I heard them opening what appeared to be a bag of chips, but once they managed to get it open, I recognized the distinct smell of Funyuns. It was absolutely disgusting.
After the movie, I was just absolutely fucking livid. The tickets were free, but in order to get the free tickets you had to be a member of a film/fashion/art/music non-profit called GenArt. Memberships at the time were not cheap, and there was a screening process, so I couldn't understand how those ugly white trash losers got their tickets. I'm guessing that maybe a member gave a pair of tickets to one of their hillbilly cousins or something. It was horrible.